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The new resident's name is Pam She's brown and her webbed feet slam The bowl we live in shakes from her Kicks to swim, I stray from lure She is blind, she cannot see Due to that, she cannot feed She grew hungry, more and more Until her will against me tore She kicked toward me, Smiling happy I jumped to escape The misery she'd make I jumped, she's swim up Until my luck Ran short I left the fort The world outside is so dry That is what is can disguise I try to just back in But I get father than I've been Hopefully someone will see me Before I simply die But after a while, I am not me The world is just too dry

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Date: 10/14/2020 6:52:00 AM
I hope someone does see you.. sad poetry..
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A. Ryeter
Date: 10/26/2020 7:11:00 AM
I know this sounds stupid, but this is about a ghost shrimp I had. I thought it was a nice, random idea to write about on an automobile trip shortly after his death.